Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
”Yes,” she says. It is a bit morbid, but it’s the easiest way to describe it. When you truly would have died otherwise, when there was no other option, when someone goes well above what you ever expected. She nods at the question. ”He did. First he asked me to go hunting, which was red flag number one. Second he threw the first punch, out of the blue for that matter, which was red flag number two. After that, he told me about the cannibals.” Probably more information then he really needs, but talking to him is always far too easy.
Weaver grins at the mention of fighting dirty. ”Have you met me?” she asks with a wicked little grin. The scone scoots out of place at his magic, and she calls to the air to create a small breeze, pushing the scone back toward her. She reaches out again, trying to snag the scone before he can move it again on her.
She sobers a bit though at Loren’s words. ”I’m suggesting a path that seems less likely to shake things up…” she trails of. Her statement was a warning, not a threat. ”I am rather curious what secrets your brother is keeping from us.” Now she is wary, simply because she does not know what to expect.
Weaver grins at the mention of fighting dirty. ”Have you met me?” she asks with a wicked little grin. The scone scoots out of place at his magic, and she calls to the air to create a small breeze, pushing the scone back toward her. She reaches out again, trying to snag the scone before he can move it again on her.
She sobers a bit though at Loren’s words. ”I’m suggesting a path that seems less likely to shake things up…” she trails of. Her statement was a warning, not a threat. ”I am rather curious what secrets your brother is keeping from us.” Now she is wary, simply because she does not know what to expect.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
